April 27, 2017 by Patrick Starks
My blade, how did it get so dull? I need my blade to be sharp—however, I forgot the materials I need. Was it happiness? Or was it just flame and oils? I’m obviously doing something wrong, for that my blade does not speak to me anymore. Blade can you hear me? Please speak to me; do you even remember who I am? Don’t you remember the last battle that we had? Our opponent was so full of fear and doubt within oneself. Don’t you remember when we clashed with his blade? Do you remember the fear his blade had? I certainly do— the fear it had was that of a man that is to be trampled by wild boar. You should be ready for this next fight, just as we were with the sword that feared you so. Why are you so afraid my blade? You know we have always been victorious in our battles—yet, you still fear the thought of losing. Although, maybe it is your fear that has kept us alive for so many years; maybe, just maybe, I should learn to listen to you more. Will you ever speak to me blade? Will you appear in front of me once again?
“Enough! I hear you girl!”
“Girl? But I am a woman. “
“Enough I Said! I cannot and will not fight for you anymore. You have lost your way.”
“What? And what way have I lost?
“You have lost yourself.”
“Myself? But I have done everything right, I have won all of my battles.”
“Indeed, indeed you have, but look what anger you had in those fights—such evil in your eyes I saw. This is not the way to use me, this is not the way I taught you.
“I don’t understand, but how am I supposed to use you? I mean… I thought I was doing it right —you never said anything to me in the other battles. How was I supposed to know?”
“That is something you will have to teach yourself. I am within you and you are within me. Understand me girl, understand me…”
The woman not girl, trained for years—training patiently for her next battle, but still could not call upon her eternal blade. The woman now walked with a limp with grey hair and what felt like rusted sword within. The sword being as stubborn as it was—still did not respond to the woman’s call.
“My blade I have trained for years now and still no answer to my call. Why do you still rebel against me?”
“Because girl, you are not ready. You were never tough enough to handle me. Look at you, disgusting! You reek of sake and manure. From the smell of you, your opponent might just forfeit.”
“Enough! Just Shut Up! It’s been years and you give me still so much disrespect. But fine, I get it, I will do this alone, I will fight my opponent without you—I will fight my own battles.”
“You’ve gone mad… Do you seriously believe you can fight another samurai without blade in hand? That’s like eating udon without the chopsticks.”
“Yes mad… However, I’ve never felt so alive! Look there he is now. Watch in learn from me now blade, I will show I am still queen.”
“No! We should turn back around and train more—I told you, you’re not ready.”
“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. Here… Here I come!”
The woman then charged her opponent at full force—however, her opponent looked confused as he saw nothing but raised fist and an absence of blade in hand.
“Has she gone mad… Why is she without blade? Does she not know that this is a fight to the death?”
“I have no idea, but today is the day we are victorious. Today is the day we dethrone the so-called Queen of Samurai!”
Without hesitation, the fight began. Blood was immediately drawn as the woman with fist charged.
“You should stop why you’re at it silly girl, your days of running the world of samurai are through.”
“No this will not be the last, I will be victorious.”
“Hmm… You’re serious, aren’t you? You’re really going to try to kill me with just bare fist?”
“Yes, and I will!”
“Bold, but stupid.” The man said as he stared awkwardly.
The woman then charged again one last time, but something wasn’t right—there was a pause. Everything at that present moment seemed to have been frozen in time, all she could taste was her own blood.
“Is this… Is this the end?” The woman spoke.
Her opponent—however, was now down too his knees, telling her to finish him off. It would come to find out that it wasn’t her blood she tasted, but her opponents. Her blade then finally spoke to her without question.
“You have finally learned girl. It was never you that needed I, but I that needed you.”
“I… I don’t understand. Why after all these years you now appear.”
“Because girl, you now have been humbled. You always called to me to aid you in your battles without you having that fighting spirit to survive—to win yourself. You have shown me courage just as you did when we first met. You are ready now, my queen of samurai. ”
“Yes… I understand now… However, it would appear I took to long to learn my lesson…”
“I know my queen… I know… But let us give one more last blow before we meet the afterlife, for old times’ sake.”